Potrzebowac Quotes & Sayings

Politics is pointless if it does nothing to enhance the beauty of our lives. — Howard Zinn

There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too. — Simone Weil

Tell me a story, Wilson. It can even be a long, boring, dusty English tome."
"Wow! Tome. Learn a new word, Echohawk?" Wilson wrapped his arms around me as I sagged against him.
"I think you taught me that one, Mr. Dictionary." I tried not to whimper as the pain swept through me.
"How about Lord of the Flies?"
"How about you just kill me now?" I ground out, my teeth gritted against the onslaught, appreciative of Wilson's diversionary tactics if not his choice in stories.
Wilson's laughter made his chest rumble against my cheek. "Hmm. Too realistic and depressing, right? Let's see . . . dusty tomes . . . how about Ivanhoe?"
"Ivan's Ho'? Sounds like Russian p**n ," I quipped tiredly. Wilson laughed again, a sputtering groan. He was practically carrying me at this point and looked almost as exhausted as I felt.
"How about I tell you one — Amy Harmon

Every time I hear the word conservative it makes me sick to my stomach ... — Charles Barkley

I think once you're past 30 you shouldn't wear a lot of glitter. — Chloe Sevigny

How very inconvenient his little talent could be-when it wasn't saving my life. — Stephanie Meyer

If you want to sell 'em fish, sell 'em big fish. That's the secret to success. — Jack Solomons

God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, surfeit and hunger. — Heraclitus

I had no idea how greedy my heart really was. — Carol Rifka Brunt

If there exist fortunate people, if from time to time the wild sun of joy soars towards foreign lands in a sweet whirling of ecstasy - then where are the words which might tell of this? And if in the world there exists a beauty for enchantment, then how might one describe it?
("The Poison Garden") — Valery Bryusov

No one said anything. The midday heat beat down on them, baking their bodies within the oven of clothes long since gone stiff with sweat and dirt, their minds as tired as their expectations. Hawk couldn't remember his last real bath. None of them had done more than wash off a little dirt and cool down their faces at the end of each day's trek since they had set out. Before that, things hadn't been much better. Food was growing scarce, too. Time was as thin as hope. — Terry Brooks

I have absolutely no doubt at all that we will find evidence of weapons of mass destruction programmes. — Tony Blair

How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men. — Homer

What man does not know,
Or has not thought of,
Wanders in the night
Through the labyrinth of the mind. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe